I point to a clean, dry wash cloth rolled up on the vanity behind him. His brows pinch together, but he takes it and hands it to me as I continue to pleasure her. When I have her at the precipice, I nod at Jay and he pours the wax directly on her mound, right in front of my nose and she screams in response.
“I’m coming!” she cries out as I quickly add the dry cloth to the liquid wax and press down. I remove my mouth, and with one hand, pull her skin taut and rip the cloth off, removing a couple inches of her dark, curly pubic hair with it.
“FUCK!” she shouts, and I can see tears coming down the sides of her face as her pussy leaks its own tears. As if I wasn't hard as stone and ready to blow my load, I’m impossibly harder now.
Wasting no time, I grab her hips tight and pull her down to the end of the table, her ass right at the edge and I plant her heels on the end. She’s spread open like the most beautiful blossom I’ve ever seen.
“Get down here, prince, and lick her asshole until she screams.” He quickly comes around and kneels before our princess, his mouth connecting instantly to her. She softly sobs as I stand over Jay, leaning down to suckle at her clit. My jean-clad erection is poking into the back of Jay’s head and I allow myself to bask in the tiny pleasure.
I notice her hands fly to her face as if she can’t bear to watch, not that she can because I directly told her not to.
Her orgasm crashes once again, this time gracing us with a shower. It’s mostly over Jay’s head, but I eagerly drink from her and find Jay’s mouth as we crash together.
Jesus Christ, the flavor the three of us make sets my body on fire.
Before she can completely come down, I order Jay to stand at her side. “Take yourself out, prince. Stroke yourself while you watch her.”
I unzip myself and pull out my heavy cock and give it a tight squeeze before I open a drawer and pull out the high-pressure massage gun and turn it on. “One more, Ms. Dalton.” I press it to her mons and she gasps. “You need to give me one more.”
The ball tip of the gun directly to her clit as she cries out again. Jay strokes his cock with one hand and plays with his balls with the other as he watches what I’m doing to her then moves to watch her face. I can tell he’s having a hard time holding back, the same as me.
Thankfully Cora can’t hold back either. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she repeats over and over as I thrust my angry cock into her soaking wet warmth. “Ahh!” she cries.
“Now, prince. Grab her breast and come all over her.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He props a knee up next to her chest and takes as much of a handful that he can and squeezes as he strokes himself only a few times before he’s blowing his load all over her stomach and chest.
It only takes me another thrust and I’m shooting my cum inside her, the gun still pulsating over her clit and I can feel its pressure against my cock as I empty every last drop. Cora rides her climax for several more minutes, and even though I’ve already come, I’m not pulling out just yet. Not until I know she’s done.
When she finally is, I remove the massage gun and turn it off, tossing it on the chair in the corner. Jay leans in to fiercely kiss her, their hands each holding the other’s head. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.
“You did so good, baby,” Jay praises between furious kisses. “So good.”
I gently ease out of her and kiss the inside of her knee that’s still bent. “You were perfect, princess,” I murmur and straighten her legs to rest against my chest as I continue my kissing around the inside of her feet and ankles. “Absolutely perfect.”
Once she’s been thoroughly kissed by the both of us, I wipe a warm, wet cloth between her legs but leave Jay’s cum on her body. We’re not done yet.
“Now you’re going to have a proper massage, Ms. Dalton.”
“Fuck me, this is a dream. I’m going to therapy every day if it means this kind of treatment.”
I pump some oil into Jay’s hands and then mine as we laugh at her. “You deserve it, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy, okay?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she smirks, then closes her eyes.
Jay and I make careful and deliberate work all over her body. It’s not the freakishly too-deep pressure she loves, but it’s a firm pressure that will relax her. And relax her it does because fifteen minutes into it, we can hear the soft cadence of her deep-sleep breathing. Jay and I smile at each other at how peaceful she looks.
He looks back at me with such pride and happiness. “I love you,” he whispers to me and looks at her and adds so quietly she won’t wake, “both of you.”
“I love you both, too.”
Chapter 9
Called Out
Jay
Present Day
